Lying in bed on a weekday night Listening to the title fight From a town the radio said was Atlantic City The branches brush the windows The hour is early evening And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion

Frankie is the one, you know Frankie is the boy I hope my sister's listening from her place in Illinois

For though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright

Lying in bed in the afternoon listening to Frankie Lymon tunes While the people make their way home from the dusty city The breezes blow the curtains the hour is early evening and Frankie's singing songs just like a champion

Frankie was the one, you know Frankie was the boy My sister shook his hand the night he played at the Savoy

And though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright

Frankie is the one, you know Frankie is the boy Frankie bears the weight of all our sorrow and our joy

For though the world is turning darkly all the stars are out tonight There are dreams still shining, redefining all that makes us feel alright I feel alright